At Last, A Day of Rest

Sundays aren’t necessarily restful.  Now that I think about it, I can’t come up with a day that seems particularly restful at all.

And I need a rest.  From my own head, from my chatter and thoughts, from the pressure, the bad news, the obligations, the neediness of myself and others.

However, there are papers to grade and babies to love and train sets to assemble, so I defer rest for a while. Not for forever, but for a while.

And in the meantime, I repeat the words to my favorite poem — don’t roll your eyes with contempt because you hate poetry.*  It’s pretty and soothing and helpful to me. Maybe it will be to you too.

JUST SIT THERE RIGHT NOW

Just

Sit there right now.

Don’t do a thing. Just rest.

For your

separation from God

is the hardest work in this world.

Let me bring you trays of food and something

that you like to

Drink.

You can use my soft words

as a cushion

for your

head.

*See? Was that so awful and poem-y? Was it too Rape of the Lock for you? You know it wasn’t.

Tomorrow, we will return to our regularly scheduled rants and lists and insightful musings from yours truly.

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26 thoughts on “At Last, A Day of Rest

  1. God yes please. Election. Hurricane. Snowstorm. Move to the suburbs. Yesterday, exhausted to the bone from 2 weeks of stress, anxiety, and the sheer volume of stuff on my mind I didn’t move from my couch for 7 hours. It was the most glorious day in my recent memory. I think we could all use a little rest.

  2. I hope this finds you having had or going to have some R & R today. I LOVE poetry and that Piemonte is peaceful. Thank you for sharing it.

  3. You’ll roll your eyes at this:
    I can’t even read a poem about resting without feeling anxious. I hate entreaties to rest. Even more than I hate grading papers.

    I want a break. Heaven knows I want a break. But I don’t rest well. Not sitting, not standing, not lying down. If I’m awake, I’m frenetic.

    So enjoy your rest, if you ever get one. I’ll be over here hummingbirding. 😉

    • I get that. I really do. Sometimes it just ends up feeling like more pressure to rest. Something about this little one, though, makes me feel like I can breathe a little bit. Just a little bit. And frenetic…UGh. I wish I had no idea what you were talking about.

  4. I’m not good at resting either. I’m a flitter. Resting makes me nervous. But I keep wishing I could rest anyhow. I keep wishing I could take a break.

    • My husband and I have been discussing whether I am spread too thin or whether I am overextended. I think both. Either way, I need some sleep, but I have 3 things to do before that. And even then, it won’t feel like I did enough.

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